Chapter 2: Chloé Bardot, 14, Stripper...

The stage-mother syndrome kicked in immediately in Sausalito. Once Kate had started featuring 15 and 16-year-olds as strippers, the ripple effect at Contrary Mary’s was felt throughout town.

Word spread like wildfire — Darlene was going to be hiring little crumpets as young as 10-years-old!

That actually wasn’t yet the case. Eulalie had green-lighted only the mother-interviews. She wasn’t yet ready to let preteens actually start working at Mary’s. But she encouraged Darlene to vet the moms, to get them on tape admitting — or bragging — about what their daughters would be willing to do.

Chelsea Boudreaux was typical of the eager moms that Darlene and Ray-Ray interviewed. Chelsea herself was only 24 — a fact that would be a plus if and when her 10-year-old daughter graduated from Mary’s to work the mother/daughter stage at Miss Kitty’s.

But, first things first.

Bubbly, cheerful Chelsea was a carbon copy of so many young Cajun mothers in town. She was petite, dark-skinned, and attractive. Trim figure, white smile, and ... ambitious. For both herself and her daughter, Heather.

(Sausalito, in its relative isolation, was a generation or two behind a lot of national trends, including baby names.)

While Darlene and Ray-Ray held the woman’s career fate in their hands, they were still unfailing polite and courteous to Chelsea, and to all the other young moms they would be interviewing.

In the private room at Contrary Mary’s at 8 in the morning, Darlene smiled, “Strip for us honey.”

Chelsea gave them a dazzling smile, “Of course.”

The request didn’t surprise her in the least — being naked was now simply the standard operating procedure in the application process. Everyone in town knew that. Chelsea had glanced at the two video cameras that Ray-Ray had set up — that too was par for the course.

She slipped out of her summer dress, and tossed it on a chair. The same with her pink panties. She kicked off her sneakers and smiled cheerfully, gesturing down at her pussy, “I know you guys like ‘em bald so I went to Wendy’s yesterday.”

Darlene smiled and ran the back of her finger up and down the girl’s pussy. She gestured to Ray-Ray, and he did the same. Chelsea just beamed at the intimate caresses. She was proud of her body, and had known ahead of time what to expect.

Darlene nodded, “Good girl.” She patted Chelsea’s pussy and turned to Ray-Ray, “You gonna fuck her this morning?”

A question they’d worked out over the weeks of interviewing the mothers of the applicants. It set a no-nonsense tone — the job was about sex, first and foremost. And it established the fact that each mother would, indeed, be available for whatever fun and games Darlene and Ray-Ray felt like.

Chelsea looked at the boy with both curiosity and interest.

He smiled at her, “I’ll probably just cum in her mouth.”

Darlene shrugged, “Your choice.” She turned to Chelsea, “Tell us what you think the job here involves. If we hire Heather.”